Clockin' Hoes Video (MV)

I hate it when y'all bitches just can't keep it real,
'Cause I know it must be hard having no sex appeal
Diamond ring sitting pretty right next to my sapphire ring,
Playboy logos 'round my waist-
Y'all a 50 'round the waist,
A five in the face,
Can you pick up the pace?
I'm tryna see what I can make
Off this rich dude, Jake
So while y'all talkin' 'bout me,
I'm making all this money
So don't get pressed, lil' mama, I'm just being me
And I suggest you move on,
And keep this thing at peace

Girl, you 'bouta clock these bitches
Oh girl, you already know it

I'm elite, and y'all bitches can't compete
Five grand in a week, getting more next week
See this bag, see this tag-
Now tell me, who's the broke bitch, lil' fag?
I'm cashing out, all these stacks in a pack
You a broke-ass bitch, livin' in a f*ckin' shack
By the way, what's tea?
A big fat bitch be stalkin' me.
I'm clocking all these hoes, left 'n right,
Keep a gun on my right, just in case we fight.
Let's go-ain't a pussy though
Some racist-ass bitches, Columbine these hoes
Let's take a trip back, 'cause you stuck in the past
A bitch bit first, now mad that they got attacked
Like Mariah Carey, all you bitches is obsessed
Move the f*ck on, and keep this shit at rest